Nevara
The castle felt different in the morning. Quieter. But not tense. Just… new.
I could hear them before I saw them — the uneven rhythm of two small voices arguing about something that absolutely did not matter and somehow mattered completely.
Thoren stood beside me at the balcony doors, coffee in hand, watching the training yard below.
Jonas was attempting to explain something using exaggerated arm movements.
Noah interrupted him every five seconds.
“How was their first night?” I asked softly.
Thoren took a slow sip before answering.
“Uneventful, according to the night guard.”
“That’s a miracle.”
He glanced sideways at me. “Apparently they negotiated bunk assignments without bloodshed.”
“Progress.”
Below us, Jonas shoved Noah lightly. Noah shoved back. Then they both disso
